In a different world, it's an island. A lonely island but a beautiful one. The sky is of the bluest of shades and the ocean is the most magnificent blue too. The island is vast. And there are trees. Huge trees laden with fruits. The most delicious fruits in the world. I have a mansion, up by the hill. But I am outside right now. The air has the freshest scent of life. And no matter how far I look, the sea goes on. None in sight. Except me, the birds, bees, trees and the island.
Why shouldn't life be this island ....forever, even if it lasts for 1 day. Would money buy that life? Wouldnt one have to work all through one's life to get that kind of money? Then what's the point.
Why do we do what we do? Where are we heading at? To what end? I am so fed up with the mundane bullshit that life serves everyday, that ...................... that nothing. I have nothing better to do than to gobble up the mundanity everyday. That's what I have been trained to do.
Why shouldn't life be this island ....forever, even if it lasts for 1 day. Would money buy that life? Wouldnt one have to work all through one's life to get that kind of money? Then what's the point.
Why do we do what we do? Where are we heading at? To what end? I am so fed up with the mundane bullshit that life serves everyday, that ...................... that nothing. I have nothing better to do than to gobble up the mundanity everyday. That's what I have been trained to do.
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